Beautiful Disaster

Title: Beautiful Disaster
Author: ashleyfanfic
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Pairing: D/Hr (Harry Potter)
Chapter: 7/??
Summary: Veela!Draco! learns that his mate is the least likely person on the planet and the discovery leads him and his father in new directions.
A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this part...and sorry for the long time between updates. I lose track of time with this stuff. Remind me to update people, and it will happen a lot sooner than a month. Thanks for all the support I get for this fic. I\'m glad that there are so many of you out there that enjoy it.
A/N2: Thanks go to zephyr for betaing this for me. :) I appreciate it and thanks for all your support.
Disclaimer: The characters held within are not mine but belong to warner brothers and jk rowling. I\'m only playing with them for a few minutes and will give them back virtually unharmed. There is also no profit being made off of this, so please don\'t sue.

Hermione held Ron\'s hand as they walked back to Gryffindor tower. She\'d found him outside with Harry and told Ron that she had something she wanted to discuss with him, only he hadn\'t realized at the time it would be them sleeping together. After his agreement that he did want her, she\'d taken his hand and was in the process of leading him up the stairs.

Ron had looked thrilled about the whole thing, incredibly shocked as well. She felt this large ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. She couldn\'t shake it away, no matter how much she told herself that she cared for Ron, trusted him not to hurt her. She wouldn\'t regret this later, but there was still this doubt, this voice in the back of her head that sounds a lot like Malfoy\'s voice telling her that he only wanted to get into her knickers.

She was angry. She knew she might not have been thinking straight at the moment, but she didn\'t care. Draco Malfoy didn\'t have the right to tell her what to do. He didn\'t run her life, and when she thought about it, he shouldn\'t even concern himself with her at all. His sudden interest in her and telling her what to do was driving her mad. He\'d never had a kind word for her before and now, it seemed, he was more interested than anyone should be.

Had she believed he was merely trying to cause trouble, she wouldn\'t have given him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence. But she didn\'t think he was trying to cause trouble. He was generally nice to her, if not overly friendly at times. He was still the arrogant prat that hated her friends, but he\'d been doing strange things recently when with her. Both kisses were good examples of that, although the second one she was just as much to blame for.

She had been telling herself since it happened that it didn\'t matter, that he didn\'t matter. It was a freak accident and would never happen again. Her friends would kill her if they found out and she wasn\'t overly happy with herself about the whole thing. She tried not to think of how she was nearly melting beneath him or that his hands on her body made her feel almost alive. She couldn\'t think about that. Her traitorous mind, however, disagreed. She cared nothing for Draco Malfoy and she would prove that by sleeping with Ron. She frowned on their way to the tower, thinking that it didn\'t make much sense to her either.

When they reached the common room, she turned to him and gave him a nervous smile, \"I think...the boys dorm would be best, seeing as you can\'t get into ours.\"

He nodded, \"I agree.\"

She gave him a smile as he led the way up the stairs. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths as he closed the door behind them. She turned to him and removed her robe, revealing the white oxford shirt and short skirt that went with her outfit. She tried to steady her nerves and get rid of the knot in the pit of her stomach. She knew that using her friend like this was wrong. She knew that, but there was part of her, the part that hated Malfoy more than she cared for Ron, that didn\'t care. She wanted him to find out it had happened. She wanted him to know that he didn\'t run her life or have the right to tell her what to do. She hated him and cared about Ron. She could do this.

Ron smiled at her as he took a few steps forward and cupped her face in his hands as he laid his lips on her, kissing her earnestly.

She closed her eyes, trying to push back the thoughts of blond hair and grey eyes that bore into her very soul.

*~*

Draco tapped his foot as he waited for Dumbledore. They\'d been meeting in the Room of Requirement whenever the situation called for it. If Lucius sent him a letter, he went to the owlery and sent Dumbledore a small note with the name of a candy on it, signaling that they were to meet so he could deliver the letter.
He leaned against the table, wishing the headmaster were on time, like every other meeting before. The one time he had a massive headache and unable to really form complete thoughts, the headmaster was late.

And then it hit him, as if all the breath had been knocked from his body and a pounding in his head unlike anything he\'d ever felt. He slumped against the table, his entire body feeling suddenly weak, and when he closed his eyes he could see her with...Weasley! She was going to sleep with Weasley, he thought to himself as he collapsed in the floor. He was having the hardest time drawing a breath.

He could feel every nerve in his body burning, his blood feeling the opposite as it were ice running through his veins. His eyes hurt, his skin felt as if it was peeling away from his body. He was burning up and freezing all at once. He could see nothing, just this white hotness behind his eyes as he began shaking on the floor. And suddenly a pain shot through his chest the likes of which he\'d never felt before. He rolled onto his side, curling into a small ball as the door to the Room of Requirement opened. He was rolled onto his back as he stared up at nothing. He heard the concern in the voice that seemed so far away, \"Mr. Malfoy?\"

\"Granger...with...Weasley...\"

Dumbledore watched as Fawkes flew through the open door of the room and landed on the table. He raised an eyebrow as he quickly scribbled a note onto a piece of parchment that had appeared on the table. Draco let out a guttural scream as Fawkes left the room. Dumbledore waited, hoping that his songbird made it to Hermione post-haste. In another minute, Draco blinked his eyes twice and looked up at the headmaster.

He took a large gulp of air, his whole body seemingly shocked by what had happened. His grey eyes were bloody shot and dry as he blinked over and over again. He felt a warmth wash over his body and knew that she had separated from Weasley, and he\'d never been more relieved. His mouth felt dry as he sat up and leaned against the leg of the table. \"Are you all right?\" Dumbledore asked, concerned with the boy\'s health.

Draco only nodded as he took several deep breaths, thankful that he no longer felt as if he was suffocating, \"Just...give me a minute.\"

Dumbledore took the piece of parchment from Draco\'s hand and stuffed it into his robe, \"Come along. We\'re going to tell Ms. Granger now, before she is actually successful in her plans.\"

Draco sighed, \"She\'s not going to be happy.\"

\"I understand that. But if she were to sleep with Mr. Weasley, it would kill you. I think that\'s much worse than her being angry with you.\"

He nodded, \"I know. Let\'s get this over with.\"

*~*

Ron stared moodily at Hermione\'s back while she buttoned up her shirt. She turned to grab her robe and found him staring at her, rather angrily, \"I\'m sorry.\"

\"Yeah.\"

\"It\'s not my fault. I didn\'t know he was going to summon me.\"

He sighed, \"I\'m just frustrated,\" he said pulling his own shirt back on. \"I mean, the one time you\'ve shown real interest in-- physical things with me, Dumbledore needs you. It\'s just a cruel twist of fate, is all.\"

She sighed, \"I know, and I\'m sorry. I\'ll be back as soon as I can.\"

He nodded, \"And I\'ll be here. Waiting.\"

She smiled, \"Good.\"

She turned and left Ron without another word. Honestly, she was thankful for the intrusion. She didn\'t want to go through with her plan after all and she didn\'t think she had the heart to break Ron\'s hopes. She bit her lip, feeling incredibly guilty about other parts as well. She wasn\'t turned on at all. His touch did nothing for her, most of the cooing she\'d done in that little bit of time had been for his benefit and nothing she felt herself. She felt horrible for deceiving her friend.

She had to think of some way to get out of sleeping with Ron. She didn\'t know a valid reason. She had gone to him, not the other way around. She had asked him to sleep with her and now she didn\'t want him to touch her. The ball of anxiety that sat in the pit of her stomach was gone, which made her feel a bit better, but she still felt awful about having to tell Ron that she didn\'t want to sleep with him. He\'d be crushed.

Then there was the other part, where all her guilt came from. When she\'d closed her eyes, all she could see were grey eyes staring at her, anguished, pain-ridden eyes. She was trying to hurt Draco by sleeping with Ron and instead she was going to hurt her friend. The part that really got to her was she wanted Draco. All three times he\'d had her pinned in the last two months had been enough to prove that to her. She wanted him to take her, make love to her, and do with her body as he pleased. But he didn\'t want her. Sure, he\'d been aroused when they were kissing, but he was a teenage boy, she didn\'t think it took much to get that sort of reaction. And after seeing him on the stairs with Pansy the day before, she knew that she would have been nothing more than a warm body for him.

When she reached the headmasters office she heard the soothing voice of the older man. She knocked on the door and was told to enter. She walked in and closed the door behind her. She approached the desk and noticed that Draco Malfoy was occupying one of the chairs already. The older man smiled at her, \"Please, Ms. Granger, have a seat.\" She took a seat in the other chair, noticing that Draco stared at the headmaster, and said nothing to her, not that she expected him to. \"I suppose you\'re wondering why I\'ve called you to my office.\"

\"It crossed my mind.\"

He smiled, \"Well it has to do with Mr. Malfoy.\"

She glared at the blond boy who still didn\'t look at her, \"What about him?\"

Dumbledore chuckled, \"The hostility is to be expected. Mr. Malfoy, I\'ll allow you to explain.\"

He nodded as he looked over at her and was met with those grey eyes that seemed to be haunting her all the time now, \"You...you really like to do the opposite of what I tell you to do, don\'t you?\"

She frowned, \"I don\'t like being told what to do and I would rather not have a conversation like this in front of the headmaster,\" she said lowering her voice.

He stood, \"Well someone had to do something! You won\'t listen to anything I have to say!\"

\"Telling me to stay away from Ron with no explanation isn\'t good enough for me!\"

\"I shouldn\'t have to explain anything to you!\"

\"Enough!\" Dumbledore said shaking his head, \"Mr. Malfoy, sit back down. Ms. Granger, I\'m going to explain this the best way that I can, and I\'ll allow Mr. Malfoy to fill in the rest, parts to which I don\'t have answers. Is this agreeable to both of you?\" They both nodded, Hermione folding her arms over her chest, \"Fine. Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy is half veela. He has several of their more dominant traits, one of which is that he has one mate. One person that is the perfect fit for him for the rest of his life.\"

\"What does that have to do with me?\"

\"It\'s you, Granger. You\'re my mate,\" he said scornfully. He was angry. Angry that Hermione could do something so callous after he asked her not to.

She narrowed her eyes, \"I don\'t believe you!\"

\"It\'s true. A seer told me.\"

\"Oh, well, let\'s believe everything that lot has to say.\"

He narrowed his eyes, \"I know it\'s you.\"

\"Because some seer told you?\"

\"NO! Because I feel it every time you walk into a room!\" He took deep breaths, \"I feel it when I kiss you or...touch you. Even if it\'s some casual little touch of my hand against yours, I feel it. And you do as well.\"

She lowered her head, \"I feel nothing.\"

He leaned closer to her and sighed, \"You do, Granger. I\'m not saying that to be cocky or anything of the sort, but I know you do. I\'ve done...extensive research on the subject.\"

Dumbledore sighed, \"I realize this must come as a shock to you.\"

\"A shock? It\'s more than a shock. I don\'t believe it.\"

Draco sighed, \"Look, there\'s more going on here than your disbelief over this situation.\"

\"Oh, and what could possibly be more important than the boy who\'s been horrible to me since my first day of school telling me that I\'m his mate?\"

He frowned, \"My father has turned his whole belief structure upside down because of this.\"

\"Your father knows?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"And?\"

He shrugged, \"And what? He\'d been aiding Dumbledore ever since I came back to school.\"

She looked over at the headmaster who nodded, \"It\'s true.\"

She began rubbing her temples, trying to take it all in, \"You\'re serious about all of this?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Is there any way to reverse it?\"

He rolled his eyes, \"No.\"

\"Are you sure?\"

\"You really think that I would accept this if there was a way out of it?\"

She was quiet for a few moments, \"So, let me get this straight, you\'re half veela and I\'m your supposed mate, and your father believed in this so strongly that he\'s been aiding Dumbledore on the side of the light?\"

\"Yes.\"

She frowned, \"This is awful.\"

Draco frowned, \"I don\'t know about awful...\"

\"How can you be fine with this?\"

\"You think I\'m fine? I have no choice in the matter. You really think that I would have chosen you? You\'re the most forbidden person in this school, and you\'re the one I\'ll long for until the day I die. Kind of ironic, isn\'t it?\"

Her jaw formed a straight line, \"So, why tell me this now if you\'ve known since the beginning of school?\"

\"Weasley,\" was the only the Draco said as his eyes became cold.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, \"I\'ll explain this. One of the perks and drawbacks of veelas is their undeniable faithfulness. They\'ll never betray their mate or even think about such a thing without great harm to the other. Because they\'d never deliberately do so, there is much to be said against people taking a Veela\'s mate against their wishes. There are quite a few men in the past who have come out suffering from wounds after trying such a thing. If a male veela feels threatened in losing his mate to another, he won\'t hesitate from harming the other man.\"

Her eyes widened, \"Which is why you hurt Ron.\"

\"Git had it coming for the way he was talking about you.\"

\"So he really...\"

\"He really did say those things.\" He sighed, \"I\'ve asked you over and over again to stay away from him...\"

\"You told me to stay away from him. There\'s a difference.\"

He sighed, \"I won\'t hesitate to kill Weasley, Granger.\"

\"Headmaster...\"

\"Mr. Malfoy, that\'s a little uncalled for. I think you made your point.\"

Draco was silent as Hermione stared at him, \"So...I\'m meant for you and there\'s nothing I can do about it?\"

\"No.\"

\"This is...horrible.\"

\"It\'s not all bad,\" Draco said haughtily.

\"Where\'s the good?\"

He sighed, \"You don\'t know much about my parents, do you?\"

\"No.\"

\"Well, my father...worships the ground my mother walks on. She\'s everything he desires, longs for, which is what you are for me. He\'d give her anything she ever wanted to just to see her happy.\"

\"And you\'re telling me that you\'ll do the same?\"

He nodded, \"Absolutely. Which brings me to another thing I have to tell you. My father and mother have extended an invitation to you for Christmas. They\'d like to get to know you a bit.\"

\"Your father is a...\"

\"My father isn\'t at all what people perceive him to be. The man is much smarter than anyone gives him credit for. When the light wins this war, it will be because Lucius Malfoy aided them at the turning of the tide.\"

She sighed, \"I need time to process all of this.\"

Dumbledore nodded, \"Of course.\"

Draco stood, \"I have...some books if you\'d like to read them. About veelas and such.\"

She nodded, \"I would.\"

Dumbledore smiled, \"Take heed, Ms. Granger. Things will work out.\"

She followed Draco in silence, mulling over everything she\'d just been told. Her head was spinning, confusion warring within her. She was destined for Draco Malfoy. It sounded horribly off to her. He\'d done nothing but torment her the entire time they\'d known one another. And now, suddenly, she was supposed to believe that he was meant for her? She was having a hard time believing it all.

But it would explain his strange behavior towards her recently. The nice things he\'d tried to do for her, both times he\'d kissed, and Merlin, were they good kisses. She tingled for minutes afterwards all the way to her toes. She could feel the blush creep into her face as she thought about his hands on her body and the way she had needed to touch his skin.

He said the password to his door, loud enough for her to hear, amazingly, and walked in. She followed cautiously and watched as he walked into an adjoining room. His bedroom. She bit her lip, following silently as she pushed the door open a little wider and found him crouched at the foot of his bed, searching through his trunk. He didn\'t look at her as she began investigating his room.

Everything in the room was either a dark green or silver color. It really was tastefully decorated. A small sofa, two night tables, a desk, and a large bed took up most of the room. And as she looked around, she noticed that everything was in its place. Apparently he couldn\'t even allow his room to be out of control.

\"Found \'em,\" he said standing.

He held them out to her and she looked over the titles, \"Possessive, Controlling...Yet Adoring: A Veela\'s Account of his Life and Mate,\" she read out loud, looking up at Draco as he stared at the spot on the wall behind her. \"Mates are Forever,\" she whispered the second title.

She bit her lip as she looked up at him, now finding him staring intently at her, \"I think those should give you all the information you need.\"

\"Not all of it.\" She bit her lip, \"Why do I still feel so hostile towards you?\"

He sighed, \"You\'re going to. It\'s a little trick the Fates have played on us,\" he said, sitting on the sofa in front of her. \"I could have any woman I wanted.\"

\"Think a lot of yourself, don\'t you?\"

He shook his head, \"No...I really can. See, to other women there are tricks. I smell like their favorite desserts or...I could hum and then I could get them to do anything I wanted. I can\'t do that to you. Because you\'re my mate...I have to actually go through the trouble of...making you want me back.\"

\"And if I don\'t?\"

He sighed, \"If nothing. There are a few assurances, but, for the sake of arguing with you, if I couldn\'t get you to want me back, then I would pine for you for the rest of my life. And no one you could touch would ever make you happy because you\'re tied to me. I\'m yours as much as you are mine.\"

She bit her lip, \"What kind of assurances?\"

He smirked, \"Don\'t you want to just read the books and find out?\"

\"I\'d rather get it from you.\"

He nodded, \"Fine. I can touch you.\"

\"No, you can\'t!\"

He rolled his eyes, \"No, I mean...when I touch you, it gets a different reaction than anyone else touching you.\" He stood, \"I know when you walk into a room because I can feel your presence like it\'s calling to me.\"

She blinked a few times, \"Oh.\"

He released a deep breath, \"Why did you get mad at me the last time you were here?\"

She frowned, \"I thought...I thought you didn\'t want me.\"

He shook his head, \"Nothing is farther from the truth.\"

She bit her lip, wondering if she should ask the next question, \"Then why did you ask me to leave?\"

He shook his head, \"Because I was afraid that if you stood there looking at me like that for much longer I was going to throw you over my shoulder and bring you in here.\"

\"Oh.\"

He sighed, \"I\'m not going to hurt you, or take you against your will. That\'s not how this works.\"

\"And how does it work?\"

He shrugged, \"I don\'t know. But I wouldn\'t take you unless you wanted me to. So basically, the ball is in your court.\"

\"All right,\" she said sighing. She walked to the door, \"Thanks for the books.\"

He nodded, \"Oh, one more thing.\"

She turned to look back at him, \"Yes?\"

\"Please, don\'t do anything else with Weasley.\"

She shook her head, \"How do you know...\"

\"Because I\'m in agony every time you touch him.\"

\"Agony?\"

\"Yes. How do you think I knew that you were doing something with him tonight? It nearly killed me. I\'m just lucky the headmaster found me when he did.\"

She frowned, \"I\'m not going to apologize for that.\"

\"I\'d be shocked if you did.\"

\"You made me so mad!\" Hermione retorted with a glare.

His eyes widened, \"Wait, you were going to sleep with Weasley to get back at me?\" She opened her mouth to argue with him, but closed it quickly, \"Granger, please refrain from doing such things now.\"

\"Why should I? You\'ve never been anything but nasty to me in the past. And now, you\'re piling all this on top of me expecting me to go along with it without being angry!\"

\"I fully expected you to be angry. Hell, don\'t you think I was when I found out about all of this? Of all the women in the world, the one that\'s destined for me is the one that hates me. It doesn\'t get more complicated than this.\"

She sighed, \"I don\'t like being told what I can and can\'t do.\"

\"And I\'m not telling you anything. I\'m asking you to stay away from Weasley. I don\'t care if he\'s your friend, but please...nothing more than that?\"

She sighed, \"I\'m going back to my room.\"

He watched her as she walked out of his room and he took a seat on the edge of his bed. He was mentally kicking himself; there she was, willingly in his bedroom. He could have taken her; made her his so that Weasley never would have wanted her again, but there was this silly notion of wanting her to want him as well. Damn his morals for such a thing. Unbeknownst to most people, he did have morals, which was the only thing keeping him from taking her. He rubbed a hand over his chest, a slight ache still embedded there as he thought about what she\'d been doing with Ron Weasley just an hour ago.

He\'d always hated Weasley, this was true-but the thought of that low-life creature laying his filthy hands on something that belonged to him was enough to make his blood boil. If it was a broom or something of the like, he\'d be angry, but touching his mate? He wanted to rip him to pieces. Rip his heart out and show it to him. He\'d get even with the git if it was the last thing he did.